Or he would kneel and part her thighs as she whimpered in anticipation, and kiss her secret second mouth and lick her till her voice was like a child'.... He loved to hear her tell him how she loved him in that tiny, breathless voice.Then, often, he would tell her to go alone into his bedroom and prepare for him. He loved to watch her walk naked across his living room, submissively doing as he said, leaving all her clothes and prim and proper modesty behind. For those times, on those days, she. She is a slave, a proud slave as she say. Yes she wrote that on her profile: I am a slave and proud to be.I really don’t know why I accepted her...is it just because she is a redhead and although too underweight for my taste? It could be.She has orgasms only after whipping her pussy for a long time. I hate being a toy boy...uh...toy man...i hate to play the role of the vibrator. I don’t care if i can whip the butts of these women if this is what they like and what they want. What do they. This obviously turns her on. She now screams and moans with each stroke. She like my wife gets very wet when she cums. She feels great inside like my wife does. She is not as relaxed as my wife, so the pussy is massively tight. She looks up at me with a tear in her eye, I am finish now, you can finish now. She goes on telling me how good this is, tells me wife thank you for allowing this to happen. She is looking at my wife sitting beside her, I like the feeling I get bending my shaft pushing. And i was waiting how she would react. She adjusted her Saree and slowly in a low voice asked me “what were you doing chandu. I never expected from you like this”.And in my mind I was feeling frightened and was thinking that I should hold her feet and ask to forgive me. But I got a different response from her. She said me, I know what you were doing over there but how can u do with me”. I kept quite. She said is it was the first time that I did with her, I said no. She asked me when you did it..